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estdeus_innobisEarly morning, September 4th, (day 96)
On the banks of the Pontarlier river near Karina's house
Being born hurts. The compression, the ripping tearing sensation of parting from that which is self. The terrible loneliness of the new world.
Ah but there is wonder also. New sensations, new information.
I huddle here in a puddle of river water covered only in my hair. The puddle is the remnants of my birth, the wave that dropped me on the river bank. I revel in my new senses. At first it is confusing but I slowly begin to separate them into sets of info. There is what the eyes show. The ears and those curious openings in the face one above the other. And the whole outside of me. That is the most familiar sensation besides the vibrations of the ear.
I attempt to move my new limbs, only I have no idea how to move when I am not water. The limbs thrash out of my control. I fall over and the ground is there to catch and support me.
I try once more. It is easier the second time and I manage to lift the main part of my body off the ground. Next I turn my attention to each limb in turn. Ah! so THAT is how it works!
Triumphant, I rise to an unsteady position on my lower limbs. Raise my face to the glow of the sky and let the upper limbs rise as well. A careful turn and I can perceive the River. My progenitor. That which has divided me from itself to send into the world and learn for it.
I raise one limb from the ground to move it forward. And fall over once more. I can tell that locomotion is going to be difficult to master.
[Open to Karina first and Maryk later]
On the banks of the Pontarlier river near Karina's house
Being born hurts. The compression, the ripping tearing sensation of parting from that which is self. The terrible loneliness of the new world.
Ah but there is wonder also. New sensations, new information.
I huddle here in a puddle of river water covered only in my hair. The puddle is the remnants of my birth, the wave that dropped me on the river bank. I revel in my new senses. At first it is confusing but I slowly begin to separate them into sets of info. There is what the eyes show. The ears and those curious openings in the face one above the other. And the whole outside of me. That is the most familiar sensation besides the vibrations of the ear.
I attempt to move my new limbs, only I have no idea how to move when I am not water. The limbs thrash out of my control. I fall over and the ground is there to catch and support me.
I try once more. It is easier the second time and I manage to lift the main part of my body off the ground. Next I turn my attention to each limb in turn. Ah! so THAT is how it works!
Triumphant, I rise to an unsteady position on my lower limbs. Raise my face to the glow of the sky and let the upper limbs rise as well. A careful turn and I can perceive the River. My progenitor. That which has divided me from itself to send into the world and learn for it.
I raise one limb from the ground to move it forward. And fall over once more. I can tell that locomotion is going to be difficult to master.
[Open to Karina first and Maryk later]
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